Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

For a moment, Cheng Qian seemed to have a complete "Introduction to Spells" in his mind, and quickly flipped through it from beginning to end. Suddenly, a short spell suddenly entered his field of vision, yes—the last chapter, the last chapter mentioned I have seen spells carved on leaves that require much less power than those carved on wood, but most of them can only be used once.

There are also two examples in the book, one is lighting, and the other... what is the other used for?

Cheng Qian bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, but the next moment he remembered that he hadn't finished the book and didn't have time to know what the second spell was for.

But at this time, he couldn't care so much anymore, Cheng Qian put his hands behind his back, but didn't take his eyes off the male ghost in front of him, and put the blade in his hand against the blade.

The moment the blade touched the blade, Cheng Qian knew he was reckless. Even though it was only a leaf, to him, it was like a young child who hadn't learned to stand up yet was forced to run.

Can't break...can't break...can't stop...

Cheng Qian's face paled visibly, and he felt that he was almost sucked into a mummy by the carving knife in his hand, and his internal organs were all sucked to the deadly leaf, but this was the only chance for him and Han Yuan up.

I don't know if the crisis has stimulated his potential, but Cheng Qian's first spell in his life was fulfilled without any risk. At that moment, some extremely mysterious power was transmitted to him through the leaf in his hand, but he had no Mood to feel.

Cheng Qian swayed, almost unable to stand still, and the meridians all over his body hurt like needles.

Han Yuan grabbed his arm: "Xiao Qian, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth, took two deep breaths, and slapped him away: "Go back and find Master."

Han Yuan was taken aback: "What?"

Cheng Qian: "Let's go!"

The male ghost suddenly took a few steps forward, Cheng Qian clamped the leaves that had turned into spells between his fingers, laid them across his chest, and said sharply, "Stop!"

There was a faint fluorescent light on the leaf. I wonder if it was Cheng Qian's first attempt, but he couldn't do it right. The spell seemed incomplete—it was half bright and half off.

The male ghost's eyes fell on the leaves, and for a moment his expression became somewhat clear. His pair of lifeless eyes moved slightly, his chapped blue lips moved, and he said inaudibly: "Pure Heart...Pure Heart Talisman... "

Cheng Qian's feet softened and he almost fell down.

Sure enough, he shouldn't be lucky, for an introductory spell carved on a leaf, can there be some ultimate moves such as "thousand arrows piercing the heart" and "burning the company"?

Cheng Qian's mouth was bitter. From this point of view, it was not as useful as the lighting.

Looking at the Qingxin Talisman, the male ghost couldn't help taking another step forward. Cheng Qian had no choice but to take out the wooden sword on his body. His robe was soaked in cold sweat. Due to lack of strength, he almost shook into a sieve. The tip of the sword pointed at the opponent motionlessly.

The male ghost came back to his senses slightly, and said, "I...I'm not a bad person, child..."

This ghost seems to have not spoken for 800 years, his voice is extremely jerky, and he stutters, looking a little pitiful.However, Cheng Qian did not easily pity the character of strangers, so he remained unmoved at all, and only said to Han Yuan behind him: "I told you to get out, go back and find Master, don't get in the way here!"

Han Yuan looked at the back of his little senior brother at a loss: "Little Qian, he said he wasn't..."

Cheng Qian couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Shut up, you don't know nothing, he is a demon cultivator who cultivates the way of ghosts!"

The word "Moxiu" successfully calmed Han Yuan. He stayed in place for a moment, his face was shocked at first, then turned blank, and finally showed panic and fear undisguised.He just heard him yell, turned around and ran away.

Cheng Qian straightened his waist involuntarily, and he didn't know what it was like for a moment—Han Yuan was upset here, and when Han Yuan ran away, his heart felt as if someone had stabbed him with an ice pick, and he was cold again. It hurts again.

But before he could suppress the unhappiness, he heard stumbling footsteps behind him. Cheng Qian turned his head and saw that the little beggar ran back again.

Han Yuan not only ran back by himself, but also found a big stone from nowhere, raised his hands above his head, and made a vicious look about to open a ladle, and asked the male ghost with blank eyes: " You...you are actually a demon cultivator?"

Cheng Qian was immediately overwhelmed - what's the use of picking up stones, have you heard of any ghost being stoned to death?

"I'm not a demon cultivator." At this moment, the male ghost said, "I... I'm just a ghost..."

"Ghost shadow" is the soul that is drawn alive into the soul-eating lamp and refined. After refining, it has no sanity and is only used by ghost cultivators.

"I... escaped, not a demon cultivator," the male ghost's confused voice gradually became fluent, he looked at Cheng Qian, and said politely, "Little brother, can you give me the heart-purifying talisman?" ?”

Cheng Qian sneered and said, "Nonsense, ghosts are all virgins, are you a virgin?"

The male ghost looks like he can be the virgin's father.

The male ghost was stunned, his eyes moved from the Qingxin Talisman, and fell on Cheng Qian and the wooden sword in his hand, he was silent for a long time, as if recalling, his face looked a little confused, after a while, he said: " Wooden sword...you are a master student of the Fuyao sect, no wonder you are so young...you don't know, the ghost image refined by the soul-eating lamp is the soul of the monk at the top, the soul of the monk next, and the virgin without training , it’s just that the latter is the best to grasp and the easiest to refine.”

Han Yuan asked, "Then what are you?"

With a pained look on the male ghost's face, he said softly, "Yuan Shen."

As he said that, seeing Cheng Qian's defensive and disbelieving expression, he bent down and picked up the stone that Han Yuan had just thrown at him.

Cheng Qian's pupils shrank. He knew that ordinary souls cannot touch real objects. Since this person can pick up stones, it means that he is indeed a soul.

But... Only a powerful senior can have a soul, and according to his observations, he probably doesn't even have a master.

Cheng Qian froze for a moment, and finally put down the wooden sword slumpedly. Even if he had no self-knowledge, he knew that no matter what the other party said was true or false, he would have no room to struggle against a Primordial Spirit cultivator.

"I'm Tang Zhen of Mulan Mountain. Speaking of which... I had a relationship with the Lingshi once," the male ghost said, his expression slightly dazed again, "A hundred years ago, I was plotted against by that ghost head, and Yuanshen Falling into the Soul Eater Lamp, luckily not fully refined, escaped by chance, but lost his mind due to a hundred years of imprisonment, and almost forgot his name... Fortunately, the little brother has this heart-cleaning talisman in his hand, Can you... give it to me?"

Cheng Qian thought for a while, put the leaf on the ground, and then carefully grabbed Han Yuan and stepped back a dozen steps. The male ghost's face flashed with joy, and he immediately stretched out his hand to call the leaf into his hand. The fluorescence of the leaf suddenly became stronger. In an instant, it turned into a ball of white light and penetrated into the male ghost's body. The ghostly blood and stench on his body dissipated a lot in an instant, and his whole body was not so pale.

The male ghost who claimed to be Tang Zhen took a deep breath, bowed to Cheng Qian and Han Yuan, and said, "Thank you for your kindness, please send my greetings to Commander, that ghost leader Jiang Peng has some connections with your sect. Please be careful with him."

After speaking, he disappeared into the air out of thin air, as if he had never existed.

"What do you mean?" After the person disappeared for a long time, Han Yuan asked inexplicably, "Xiao Qian, what does he mean?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer, and when his eyes went dark, he fell limply to the ground.

Han Yuan was startled, and caught him in a hurry: "Xiao Qian, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Qian's ears were buzzing, his hands and feet were limp and he couldn't lift a little strength, so he could only let Han Yuan, who had strong limbs and a simple mind, carry him up clumsily.

And the culprit was still running behind his back and said long-windedly: "Say something to me, Xiaoqian? Little brother?"

Cheng Qian was so dizzy that he almost vomited, his fingers grabbed Han Yuan's clothes convulsively, and then he spat out a sentence with all his strength: "I must tell Master when I go back, Han Yuan, you are dead."